During the final moments of a performance, Paris-based Cuban singer flutist and percussionist rabble-rouser, Yaite Ramos Rodriguez, aka La Dame Blanche, invites her audience on stage. A gesture she calls “the most magical moment of my show. It is a hug, an invitation to a sacred space for me.”
In her music, she confronts the intimacy of secrets in daylight dialogue. Without maudlin self-analysis, she strips layers raw, encouraging others to find their way — not wagging a finger, but sticking in the eye of social storms. How does La Dame Blanche know when she’s landed the truth? “The truth? I don’t know if what is most important, is what is fair, or what is lived. What is suffered or testimony — I attest to what squeezes your soul.”
